ACT II. SCENE I.-An open Place adjoining Capulet's C Garden. Enter ROMEO. Romeo. AN I go forward, when my heart is here > centre out. [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wise: And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leapt this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.― Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied. Cry but-Ah me! pronounce but love and dove Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim, When king Cophetua loved the beggar-maid.He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.— I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these To be consorted with the humorous night : Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar-tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. [JULIET appears above, at a window. But, soft! what light through yon window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.- O, that she knew she were!— She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that? Her eye discourses, I will answer it.- stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Jul. Rom. Ah me! She speaks : O speak again, bright angel! for thou art Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father, and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, Rom, [aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is mine enemy ;— Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, Sɔ stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am; Had I written I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out : And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes; And, but thou love me, let them find me here : My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? Rom. By love that first did prompt me to inquire ; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, night. What I have spoke. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain, deny |